Sofia Vargas Nude Novels & Stories

Valentina grinned, slow and cruel. “Command.” Sofia stepped forward, silent, graceful, already naked..when had she undressed? Her body was smooth, pale, flawless, marked only by faint bruises and bite scars, like art defiled for pleasure. Her nipples were already hard. Her pussy wet. She didn’t need to speak to radiate control. Gianna took a seat on the arm of the couch, one leg bent, thighs already spread. She kicked off her heels. Her eyes burned with hunger. She exhaled cigar smoke straight up into the air, watching the ash drift.

I did, not even pretending to hesitate. Sofia did the same, letting the robe drop to the floor. Her body was flawless—flat stomach, long legs, breasts that seemed to defy gravity. She straddled the bed, facing us both, then reached out to hook her fingers in the waistband of Maya’s jeans. She looked up for permission. Maya nodded, so Sofia unbuttoned the fly, slow and careful, then peeled the jeans down Maya’s thighs. The underwear followed, and in a second Maya was naked, her skin goosebumped in the cold air.

Sofia said, unclasping her eyes slowly. "HÁ! Don't tell me you've never seen a naked man before, nor on the internet? Gosh, I'll do you a favor!" Vernon then removed the cushion and Sofia's eyes widened at once. "TCHARAAAAAAAAAAM!!! there you go, I'm proud of him." he said pointing to his own dick. "Vernon !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sofia screamed and covered her eyes again. "I already covered myself, I already covered myself, if you want to see more than that you have to pay!"

“Fuck—Sof—yes—” Lena’s hands fisted in auburn hair, pulling Sofia’s mouth harder against her tit while her other hand shoved up Sofia’s skirt. No panties—Sofia never wore them on “late nights.” Lena’s fingers found slick, swollen folds already dripping. She plunged two inside without warning; Sofia moaned around her nipple, hips jerking forward.

Then she saw Vivenne, and the massive bite mark on her shoulder. “Get me some clothes,” Vivenne instructed, as she tried to stand. Sofia looked away. Vivenne had always been such a strong, intimidating woman. But right now, Vivenne was anything but. Her arms and legs shook as she tried to get to her feet. Her naked body left nothing to the imagination. She looked so vulnerable. Old and vulnerable. And saggy. Her breasts were really saggy.

“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you.” The built-up tension explodes violently. I shake and scream her name as the orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave of pure pleasure ripping through my body. Sofia holds me through every shudder, then pulls me down onto the bed and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on her lips. “Your turn, gorgeous,” I whisper against her mouth, still catching my breath. “I need to feel you.” I watch hungrily as she stands and strips for me, slowly peeling off every piece of clothing with the confidence of a goddess. Her naked body is breathtaking — full, heavy breasts, wide sensual hips, smooth olive skin, and a dangerous shimmer in her eyes.

THE PRIVATE SCREENING BOOTH PT 2 The giant screen kept flickering with silent black-and-white footage as Sofia stood up from the velvet seat. She turned to face Luca, who was still sitting with his shirt open and his hard cock out, shiny with precum. Without a word she straddled him slowly, lowering herself onto his lap. Her silk camisole rode up her stomach, and Luca realized she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. Her bare pussy, hot and slick, pressed directly against the thick ridge still trapped in his open pants.

Stefan The steam from the hot tub sizzled around my skin as if I were standing over a boiling ring. It was barely ten in the morning yet the sun was out. On my left, Valentina leaned into me, her blonde hair damp and clinging to her tanned shoulders, the red strings of her bikini barely holding on. On my right, Sofia traced slow circles on my arm with a manicured nail, her blue eyes half-closed in contentment. I took a long pull from the big fat cigar between my fingers, letting the smoke roll out slow and thick.

I wanted to reach the kitchen and accuse Teresa of letting her but remembered she could have easily been twisted by Sofia's charm. Sofia Dante was the culprit. In no time I arrived at her room and without bothering to knock, I kicked the door open with my foot and raged inside. The sight my eyes came in contact with instantly wiped the rage inside me without even a leftover trace. My jaw almost dropped seeing Sofia stark naked in front of me with a towel in her hand. She was preparing to take a shower. Sofia had quickly covered her medium-sized b00bs with her hands but after a moment of looking straight at me.